Post by corvette1710 on Apr 7, 2015 3:35:03 GMT
The bubbling roads of Eighth Street have solidified, pox-marking the tarmac that is littered with debris of nearby buildings and riot gear melted into the street. Rémy's footsteps crunch with each stride, popping the bubbles and letting the noxious gases trapped inside free. The street quickly smells once more of burnt asphalt and rubber, and Rémy can hear their lament.
"Like music to my ears."
My god I'm a sick fuck.
I'm goddamn right I am. It's bliss. For me, mostly.
Eighth Street has been a ghost town since that incident with the fire-breathing gentleman. No cars pass through here, no one walks the streets; it might be quarantined, for all Rémy knew. Or cared, considering his apparent blatant disregard of aforementioned hypothetical quarantine. Maybe that's what all the police tape was for? Whatever. Rémy had a disability. That's what won over courts. Especially trespassing charges. "Oh, Your Honor, I'm blind, I couldn't see all the tape! And even if I wasn't, it was dark!"
Footsteps rocked the ground and a monstrous man appeared in full view, an 86-inch frame quickly making his way directly for Rémy. The hulking figure towered over the lithe form of the vampire. Not that he particularly cared.
"You are not Homo Superior," the Monster noted, his maw dribbling heat. "And yet, not human. So tell me, what are you?"
"Oh, you know. A bit of this, a bit of that. Fifty percent French, twenty-five percent Italian, one hundred percent white devil."
"I've no time for your wordplay." The Monster's mammoth hands reached out for Rémy, but came up empty. The slim, dark silhouette was gone.
"Why, don't you fence? I must say, I love a good spar..." The voice drifted from this shadow to the next.
A blue streak, invisible against the night sky but audible for the whoosh of a cape in the night air, hurtled through the skies toward Eighth Street.
"Holly. Look at this guy. Damn. How am I supposed to take him out? This is the thing that torched the entire block, for crying out loud," Rhonda said into her earpiece and over the wind.
"He has a weakness, Rhonda. If you blast him right in the face, he'll go down like a sack of rocks. We've done plenty of studies of this guy," Holly replied reassuringly. Turning her mic off, she half-grinned, half-grimaced into her coffee. "Every superhero needs a driving comeback story."
U.S. Star's hands were aglow with energy as she zoomed at the Monster. "Let's go," she growled to herself, unleashing the fireworks right into the Monster's chops.
The man staggered, but did not fall; now, however, his eyes now burned with anger and his maw with fire.
"Lying bitch!" Rhonda swore; now, a fight was unavoidable. She could see the determination in his eyes. She was fairly sure he would track her down and blow her house down or something if she left.
"Who invited you to the party? Not that I'm complaining, I mean, hubba hubba and all that, but aren't you Miss U.S. Whatever?"
"Miss U.S. Fuck You."
"Feisty."
Rémy Lestrade
electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/3689/lestrade
The Monster
electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/3706/monster
U.S. Star
electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/3699/star
"Like music to my ears."
My god I'm a sick fuck.
I'm goddamn right I am. It's bliss. For me, mostly.
Eighth Street has been a ghost town since that incident with the fire-breathing gentleman. No cars pass through here, no one walks the streets; it might be quarantined, for all Rémy knew. Or cared, considering his apparent blatant disregard of aforementioned hypothetical quarantine. Maybe that's what all the police tape was for? Whatever. Rémy had a disability. That's what won over courts. Especially trespassing charges. "Oh, Your Honor, I'm blind, I couldn't see all the tape! And even if I wasn't, it was dark!"
Footsteps rocked the ground and a monstrous man appeared in full view, an 86-inch frame quickly making his way directly for Rémy. The hulking figure towered over the lithe form of the vampire. Not that he particularly cared.
"You are not Homo Superior," the Monster noted, his maw dribbling heat. "And yet, not human. So tell me, what are you?"
"Oh, you know. A bit of this, a bit of that. Fifty percent French, twenty-five percent Italian, one hundred percent white devil."
"I've no time for your wordplay." The Monster's mammoth hands reached out for Rémy, but came up empty. The slim, dark silhouette was gone.
"Why, don't you fence? I must say, I love a good spar..." The voice drifted from this shadow to the next.
A blue streak, invisible against the night sky but audible for the whoosh of a cape in the night air, hurtled through the skies toward Eighth Street.
"Holly. Look at this guy. Damn. How am I supposed to take him out? This is the thing that torched the entire block, for crying out loud," Rhonda said into her earpiece and over the wind.
"He has a weakness, Rhonda. If you blast him right in the face, he'll go down like a sack of rocks. We've done plenty of studies of this guy," Holly replied reassuringly. Turning her mic off, she half-grinned, half-grimaced into her coffee. "Every superhero needs a driving comeback story."
U.S. Star's hands were aglow with energy as she zoomed at the Monster. "Let's go," she growled to herself, unleashing the fireworks right into the Monster's chops.
The man staggered, but did not fall; now, however, his eyes now burned with anger and his maw with fire.
"Lying bitch!" Rhonda swore; now, a fight was unavoidable. She could see the determination in his eyes. She was fairly sure he would track her down and blow her house down or something if she left.
"Who invited you to the party? Not that I'm complaining, I mean, hubba hubba and all that, but aren't you Miss U.S. Whatever?"
"Miss U.S. Fuck You."
"Feisty."
Rémy Lestrade
electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/3689/lestrade
The Monster
electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/3706/monster
U.S. Star
electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/3699/star
